Anne Sutton looked at Ian and said gently, "Our Ian is still the cutest."
Just then, the phone Nathan Fawcett had placed on the table began to ring.
He glanced at it, pressed the answer button, and said, "Mom."
Hearing him say that, Anne Sutton instinctively fell silent.
Anna Linden ordered, "Stella's mother's birthday is in two days. I need you to go in my place."
Upon hearing this, Nathan Fawcett glanced at Anne Sutton sitting across from him. "I'm busy," he said.
He really didn't want to go to the Shields' home.
He didn't want to give Anne Sutton another reason to lecture him about it later.
He didn't want to be at a disadvantage the next time they argued.
"What do you have going on?" Anna Linden sounded displeased. "You can't even handle such a small thing? Do I have to come over myself?"
Nathan Fawcett let out a resigned sigh. "Fine, I'll go."
If his mother came over and saw Anne Sutton, he couldn't imagine what nasty things she might say.
